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LET ME IN YOUR PYRAMID, SPHINX!

FULL E3 TRAILER: 'FAMILY FUNERAL' [4K HD] 3:02

Either in Story Mode, or with a party of friends, take a journey of discovery into a high definition world never before experienced on your console or computer!

Select your character and perks, then navigate a family funeral, marking relatives for sympathetic comments, nodding knowingly at anecdotes and racking up points by handing facial tissues the bereaved.

Metacritic: 82
Redleaf Funeral Home: "It's... accurate."

COMING FALL 2018: GRAVESIDE SERVICE [DLC $14.99 (preorder discount)]

4 Worries People With Anxiety Have When a Friend Doesn’t Text Back

1) Their offering to the bog witch was insufficient. Even know, their mouth is filling with mud, their gift-- maybe a $10 iTunes card?-- chucked under the roots of a mangrove, a crone's cracked heel on their back, pushing them down into the muck. Bog witches prefer physical media!

2) Our friend's phone is possessed. An 18th century dandy has entered it by mistake, distracted by its bauble-esque qualities. S/he knows nothing of texting!

3) Did we text the wrong person?

4) Our friends don't exist when they're not physically present. This entire world is an illusion. Or their phone died?

@kato What's the paypal link, in text?

@tobascodagama The mods had a falling out. I think the action, the rumpus, the hullaballoo is shaking over at r/getawaypegs now.

Is this you?

YOU: My inbox is full of junk email, mundane notes from my estranged family, and fundraising letters! If only I could set my inbox alight so that the flames could give me a joy that currently escapes me!

Fret no more! (And don't burn your inbox!)

Now, you can subscribe to the LOST TIME INCIDENT, a newsletter from yours truly full of short fiction and assorted nonsense.

YOU: That must cost a fortune. I will sell my organs to the rich, prolonging their life and helping me to acquire this source of joy.

No need, friend! It's free!
tinyletter.com/signalstation

Pity the poor Australopithecus ghost, stuck in a loop of regret and unfinished business, walking the paths it walked in life which are now sadly dozens of feet under new sediment, a haunting witnessed only by tunneling creatures with dim eyesight and no sense of the wonder.

You may dislike the President, but I admire his form. Not many people know this, but he's made from a single sheet of flesh, carefully folded and crafted by a talented Flesh Origamist. If you were to unfold him, he would stretch halfway to the moon, which would be a good start, especially if it's the further half away from us.

@tobascodagama Congrats, my dude. That's a huge market.

@tobascodagama What are you, in the pocket of Big Boats?

A million angel chorus, singing full-throated for aeons, but if you could record it, and could play it back at a faster speed, it would resolve itself: The words "I'm soooo booooored" repeated in slow variations, lazy chords weaving in and out, over an over eternally.

You, a buzzard-brained fool: "I hope to one day join the Mile High Club."

Me, a genius: "If I ever have sex, I know that all time & space are relative and as such I'm light-years 'higher' than galactic objects in every direction!"

@Xibanya Just can't shake that astral body free

@kara_dreamer do eet!

That look when your feline companion starts wondering if you're exploiting them on social media.

Realtime Reportage: Feline-Assisted Saturday Chill Session
https://youtu.be/AoGe_ioIzl4

I meant to be writing, but now I have a cat on me. Change of plans.

@gravezwave Have you shrunk since high school?

I literally saw two people on Masto talk about their TinyLetters and a flickering lightbulb came on. "Maybe all these people liking your posts might want more?"

Oh jeez. If marketing instinct were an organ, mine would be an appendix. And already removed, in a biohazard bin.